Luffy Red Shirt Novels & Stories

I retort. He lets out a huff, glaring at me before gesturing towards himself. "Take off your shirt, and we'll settle it." I pop my gum, relishing a good challenge. Swiftly, I remove my V-neck, casting it onto the nearby mattress. His gaze sweeps over the black ink that envelops my chest, ribs, and abs. Nearly every inch of my fair skin showcases a mosaic of vivid skulls, crossbones, swords, tumultuous waves, and sailing vessels. The grayscale pirate imagery intertwines with vibrant sparrows and swallows. His eyes continue their descent, tracing the ink until they reach the hem of my black pants.

We are identical. Both of us were wearing khaki shorts and white short-sleeve button-downs. There was one big difference. We were each sporting the same funny, or Yūri thought they were, tee our grandmother-in-law lives to send us. The woman is something else, and we love her for it. Both our shirts said 'If Lost Return To Riko.' Mine was, of course, red, while Forrest's was orange. I know Darius packed his black version of the tee. I put Riko's pink top that says 'I Am Riko' in her luggage too.

Antonio felt more relaxed now that the weird nervous atmosphere wasn't surrounding them anymore . " Okay !.......Slowly.....take your arm out . " said Antonio helping him change his shirt . After he took off the shirt Antonio prepared the new cleaned shirt for him . ".......Are you being serious ? " asked Damian when he saw the shirt . " What's wrong ? " asked Antonio . " You do realize this is considered a big size of kid's pajamas , right ? " said Sdamian with a serious tone . " They have the image of Red from the Angry Birds movie . " said Antonio seriously .

I end up buying several cute keychains and a pink octopus plushie. We head to the next stall where they sell shirts with bold prints of the Tropical Thunder Circuit. Some designs show a racer mid-turn which I swear looks like Reed with its red and black color palette. Others have the race logo across the chest with tropical flowers wrapped around it. Evelyn holds up a shirt against me and squints like a stylist. I laugh and shove it back onto the rack. I can’t resist buying the black and red shirt before we move to the next stall.

Humans on our side in whatever their best was, some in worn military dress, some in patched finery they’d saved since before the war. Betha was crying before it even started. Rem stood in the back with his jaw tight and his eyes dry and I appreciated him for it. I wore deep red. Not white. Not Duskborne colors. Red, the color of the rebellion's banner, the color of ten years of refusing to disappear. I’d made that choice deliberately and from the slight widening of Lira Ashfang's pale eyes when I walked out, It seemed like she understood exactly what I was doing. I’d noticed Lira immediately. She stood two steps behind Cael, silver-haired and still as a statue, watching everything with grey

His brown eyes widened even more. “Can you just be a handler? There are a lot of clothes!” He became amazed but I just laughed at him. I opened a drawer containing my casual shirts. "Just choose there!" I said and he immediately chose a shirt. Most of my shirts are black. It was only a matter of time before he picked a shirt. It was a black shirt from Puma with orange lining on the neck. "This?!" he showed me the shirt.

“We can go to the car, and Lilly can wait for Ryder here.” Mom smiles. “Okay. Lilly is that okay with you?” I nod, sitting back down on the bleachers. There are still a few stragglers waiting for players I assume. Ryder comes out a few minutes later looking sexy as hell. He’s wearing a different outfit than what he was wearing before the game. His jeans are tight in all the right places showing off his strong thigh muscles. His plain black t-shirt is tight across his shoulders and chest, showing off every flex of his muscles. “You waiting for me baby or your boyfriends?”

on his shirt are ripped off, and his sexy chest as well as his abs are shining brighter than her future! He’s looking at her putting on a disgusting expression. She keeps looking at his abs, still holding the collar of his shirt while choking on her saliva. “Don’t tell me you are looking at this puppy’s abs!” he says to her, and then she comes to her senses. She quickly spares his shirt, but her cheeks turn red out of embarrassment. “I-I’m extremely sorry.” “Y-your shirt is all torn!” she tells him, but making her choke again, he removes the shirt from his body. “Argh, what are you doing?” she asks him. He places his torn shirt on her hand. “What will I do with it?” “Keep it with you; you w

One has a green star on his uniform, the other has a red one. That leaves... My eyes drop down on Rune's shirt and a shiny gold star sits proudly atop it. Fuck.

“It’s way hotter out here than I thought it’d be.” He peels off his jumper, revealing a bright yellow t-shirt with “Proud Hufflepuff” emblazoned across the front. I can’t help laughing, doubling over in a fit of giggles and almost spilling champagne all over myself. When I look up Lyall is biting his lip and his face looks a little red. “Me mam bought it for me,” he says, the embarrassment clear in his voice. He casts his eyes down shyly, and I want to tell him I love it, but I’m distracted by a sudden beeping.